Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.